classy.

This last week I may or may not have gotten slightly annoyed at my place of employment... I'm blaming the raging hormones inside my 30 week pregnant body.

Nothing is more frustrating to me than when someone is thoroughly incompetent or a complete imbecile. I'm a firm believer that if I don't come in your kitchen and tell you what to make for dinner, then you are not allowed to boss me at my job either. Fair is fair. Apparently, a woman from the high school missed that memo.

Some employees from the local high school brought themselves down to us lowly junior high folk to help our freshman register for the next school year which was to be done during said freshman's English classes. The entire thing was utter chaos. Said employees didn't bring any registration forms, or even something to write with. You would have thought their reason for coming was a complete surprise to them. Strike one. Secondly, only two of them came, and they came thinking they would be able to register 60 freshman within the time of one class period. Strike two. It took them two and a half class periods for that first 60 in case you were wondering. When backup finally showed up just before lunch, things began to run SLIGHTLY smoother, but I was still not impressed...especially when they sat and stuffed their faces with Wendy's. Thanks for bringing me some. I'm not pregnant or anything, don't worry about being considerate... I'm just saying...

So SIXTH period (keep in mind that is the second to last period of the day, and I have been in the library with the registration process during the day) I bring my freshman students down to register. I'm trying to form a system that will help the process run smoother and quicker, so I direct my students to sit in a certain area of the library so I can separate those who came prepared with their registration sheets with those who need to fill them out. Here is how it went down (the hag is the little gem that came from the high school):

Me: Ok guys, have a seat right over here really quick so I can get those of you WHO ARE PREPARED sent to the counselors to register...
The Hag: Actually students, we are going to need you over here...
(said super snotty like she thought I was the imbecile..cue furious glare from me)
Me: I have this taken care of thanks. They will be down to you in a second.
The Hag: Oh. Sorry. (she looks me up and down) I thought you were a student.
Me: A knocked-up 9th grader huh? Sure you did.

Sorry hag, but that card doesn't fly when I'm the size of a baby rhino AND you have seen me more than once today. Strike three.